The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

Could a seam hold what a soul could not? Alice Waggoner woke with the taste of rust on her tongue, the dream of her brother’s blood-stained tunic still clinging to her skin like wet wool. She was thirty-two, a court tailor in the Duchy of Vael, and the deadline for the Duke’s ceremonial cloak was the solstice, three days hence. The debt on her family’s name was the only thing heavier than the...

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